About Meg

Friday, December 12, 2008

Under the Weather

I'm worried about my Millie-girl. :(

A year-and-a-half ago, she got pretty sick. She wasn't eating or drinking, and she was vomiting bile. The poor little girl was lethargic--just not herself. After a few days of this, I took her to the vet. Three hundred dollars, a blood test, an X-ray, and a ton of anxiety later, the vet prounounced his diagnosis: "It must be a bug. They get them sometimes." He prescribed 1/4 of a Pepcid AC tablet, Gerber baby food, and water fed through a syringe. A day or two later, she was back to normal.

Well, it seems to be back--and why Millie seems to get them more than any other cat I've known is a mystery to me--a worrisome mystery.

The lethargy started yesterday, as did the throwing up. She's not eating or drinking, and she's getting dehydrated. I bought some new Pepcid AC, gave her some of that, and pulled out the syringe to give her some water. She only had a few drops, and a little while later, she was sick again, bringing the total to four times today.

Currently she's sleeping on top of the kitchen cabinets, where Harley can't bother her. She's still growling/hissing at him if he gets too annoying, so that's a good sign. The sign that I don't like is that I can't get her to purr--whether that's because she feels so yucky, or because she's playing up the you-got-a-kitten-and-I'm-going-to-make-you-worry card...well, I just don't know.

To be safe, I made an appointment for her at a local vet's office for tomorrow morning. I hope it's just the same thing as last time.

I'm starting to wonder if it's brought on by stress. Last time this happened, Mom, Dad and I had gone to Utah to visit family, leaving Millie at Mom and Dad's with Bella and Duchess and a cat sitter who came by every day to check on them. This time, the stress comes from the new addition to our home. Again, I just don't know.

My overactive imagination starts to get the better of me. I start to think about how I'm not ready to lose her, how awful it would be if I had to. My eyes well up, my throat chokes up. To combat this, I'm trying the ol' positive thoughts route. And I'm cleaning. At least that is something I can control. I have two clean litter boxes, a sparkling bathroom, a fully-dusted bedroom, and a straightened-up closet. I'm going to wash the cats' food dishes thoroughly, vaccuum the whole apartment, and organize a bunch of stuff. Hopefully by bedtime, I'll be so tired, I won't be able to worry.